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Claudia Shoenfeld, fate, fortune, life, Orion, Poem, Poetry, Robert Frost, routine, stars, time, winter, work
Past coffee downed in a hurried throw
in preparation of working fray,
I glanced through branches to skies that know
the paths in crystalline starry glow-
Orion’s thrust to the purposed day.
The lamp outside with its flicking bright-
ness, quite aware of the sight of day,
yet hums the songs of the fickle night
by noted stars in electric light,
its timing dances of twinkled play.
And while I’m scraping away the Frost
i wonder how best
to describe symphonies
(of change & chance),
the age-split frame of wood
or words
flowing
freer
down the page.
& i recall that
imitation isn’t always fake or fickle
but can Become the hIghest
form of praise,
of inspiration
or equality.
& i wonder if my coffee, k-cup Obsidian
( with hints of darker fruits )
had been a rather hot cup of tea &
some wires cast in ( as a PairOfDice )
to play w/ the improbables
that drive life
& i drive to town
as the stars flee
the moUrning of meaning.
Upon arriving, only Venus & a few
vestigial friends remain to influence
this life.
soon,
all the stars will bow out
and away
from the (yellow) Sun,
the bearer of Light
that has mattered the most
to life on its twisted paths
“and THAT has made all the difference.”
) tonight is own link night over at DversePoets. Come on over and chat a while. Brian is hosting..honorable imitation here..:) (
Beautiful, but beyond that, precise and impeccable. The language was intelligent and flawless and even the playfulness of the images felt like they were deliberated and well chosen. I feel that I can learn much from you. Thank you for the far-from-the-usual contribution to my Reader.
You are welcome for the post. I am glad you enjoyed it so much. If you have any questions, feel free to ask..here or as an email..we are all here to learn and express ourselves.
smiles…yes…i sometimes try to sound like buk cause i like him so much (though i never manage and probably that’s good..smiles) love the coffee with hints of darker fruits… and the symphonies of change and chance…sometimes not easy to describe them..sometimes so difficult to make sense of their melody…thanks..
hahaha…love it…smiles….love the CAPS and (parenthesis) THAT has definitely made all the difference, that is for sure….and i love my coffee…smiles…lifes paths are twisted but there is always the light…
I’m glad you seem to have caught on…:) unless, of course, that laugh meant something else…
Fun imitations of Brian and Claudia — mixed with your rhyming addiction! 🙂
Fun read, actually. I like when you are more concrete. I felt your morning.
Actually, not Brian, though he got it..Robert Frost..”The Road Not Taken” ..the first two stanzas, the next line and the last line (which is the same as the Frost poem) match his rhyme and meter..and when the Frost is scraped away, the poem changes..hence the hint with the capitol frost and the yellow..
Yeah, allusions will always escape me. Poetry written as signals to poets won’t ever be written for me.